THE SEED OF CONSENT

Bethel Ineke
@bethelineke908201
18 hours ago

THE SEED OF CONSENT
By INEKE BSC

Our people dwell in terror’s iron grip,
A handshake decayed to fatal slip.
Bandits dictate; the state bows low.
Daughters ravaged, mothers endure the woe.

Refuse—and face the barrel’s cold decree.
Resist—and watch your children cease to be.
A seed once sown in hushed consent
Now feasts upon the hand that lent.

Uproot the roots that taint the vein.
Bury favoritism in an unmarked plain.
And see the merchants of chaos fall,
Crushed by the weight of their own dark thrall.

#poetry

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